The Army of Southerfell Lyrics

Late was the evening, a midsummer's day
Everything was quiet and still
A farmhand busy working, but something caught his eyes
Scared him out of his mind

Spirits in the mist
Overtaken by fear

See the shades of those who died
Watching the army lines
March on and on
Crossing the hills without a sound
To suddenly vanish at the break of dawn

No one did believe him, he was called a fool
An oath he took to state the truth
To stop the crazy rumours, next midsummer's day
People came to see for themselves

Spirits in the mist
Not a word was spoken, they froze in fear

See the shades of those who died
Watching the army lines
March on and on
Crossing the hills without a sound
To suddenly vanish at the break of dawn

Centuries came and went, but still the legend lives on
The army of Arthur still march
On the hills of Souther Fell

See the shades of those who died
Watching the army lines
March on and on
Crossing the hills without a sound
To suddenly vanish at the break of dawn